Tennis season has come and gone The bustle of the bars, it lingers on But I don't go out much, tend to stay in I just end up getting drunk again
Wish I could write a song to love a little better Keep from going wrong I've got feelings that I can't seem to figure And a strange new but an old question
Is this even real love? Is this even real love?
Blanket wrapped, I've been cold Trying to choose between silver and gold But I can't spot a fake, it'll have own up My guess has never been good enough
Wish I could write a song to love a little better Keep from going wrong I've got feelings that I can't seem to figure And a strange new but an old question
Is this even real love? Is this even real love?
Put a letter in a bottle Maybe get an answer Take a look at Aristotle He had all the answers He had all the answers
Wish I could write a song to love a little better Keep from going wrong I've got feelings that I can't seem to figure And a strange new but an old question
Is this even real love? Is this even real love?
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